Just as Xiao Yan helped Xiao Chen regain control of himself, the surrounding space suddenly twisted, then tore open with one rift after another.
Figures emerged from the cracks one after another, descending into the air above the stone platform. Their faces all bore varying degrees of terror. Of course, some remained rather calm, such as the Soul Hall Master.
"It seems that when you tore apart the illusion, it also triggered a chain reaction and allowed these people to escape the illusory realm," Old Yao said beside Xiao Yan as he watched the figures appear.
Xiao Yan smiled, unconcerned. "It's good that they're out. With just us, we'd probably have a hard time dealing with the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame."
As soon as Xiao Yan finished speaking, a massive pillar of magma suddenly rose from the magma sea in the distance. It stopped only after rising to roughly the same height as the crowd.
A figure appeared atop the magma pillar. As they looked at the eerie man radiating a terrifying, scorching aura, everyone's expressions became grave once more.
This time, it was no counterfeit.
The man wore a white robe. His features were handsome, his long white hair fell casually over his shoulders, and his body was slender. The scorching, terrifying aura suddenly emanating from him made anyone who looked at him feel a searing heat.
Most bizarre of all were his pure white eyes. Within those eyes seemed to lie an endless sea of fire.
The man was strikingly handsome—beautiful, even—but beyond that beauty lay something eerie.
The Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame was now scarcely different from a true living being. Its intelligence had fully formed, and it possessed an exceedingly powerful body. A manifestation of flames that could destroy heaven and earth, of wisdom and strength—any